Catching them by
their manes
is the hardest
part.
They're wary of
touch.
the revelation
of day
when their
distortions
are chastised.
A tight grip on
the forelock
might work. Dare
to be Bellerophon
grabbing
Pegasus. What nightmare
can resist a
golden bridle?
They wait to be
subdued,
They long for
the touch
that transforms
the inner core.
Nightmares
ironically wish
for the day.
Coming
in the last
cycle of sleep,
they push the
psyche
to confront the
reality
of resistant
reconciliation.
Shackle the forehoof
of any
nightmare, stroke
him until he is
yours.
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